Published September 24, 2006
It's my favourite thing-
Uncovering the wrinkles on your face,
Discovering the frown lines left in haste.
I can almost taste
Your anger from forty years ago,
Like in the tears that flow
---And I can smell the regret---
Dont you forget;
You give your own game away,
Whichever game you're trying to play.
Thatjoli sourire , my love,
It is but a masque, my dove,
My pigeon-
That outline in the haze.
Forget not my constant gaze.
That is what it is.
Constant.
Yes, constant.
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I liked it, the wording was nice and the lines the perfect length. I'm not good at critiquing lyrics or poetry, but this one caught my eye so I'm wingin' it. The words were perfectly chosen, though I couldn't grasp what the subject was.